It's Not Like That
By: Unknownred
A/N: Ok half days in school, doing nothing but reading fanfiction! Bored…like in bored. Summa is almost here! Just two more days to go whoo hoo! But besides that, I do NOT OWN Naruto.
Summary: "It's not like that that… at all." "Then why were you guys embracing each other?" "I told you we're just friends, and him? He's my dad! Ew, how incest can you get?" "Hn." "Ohh definitely tells me what you're thinking. Ugh."
Chapter One – Bright Pink Rainbows with Unicorns and Uber Gum Gum Bears
I can't stand it when a person you don't know or just met hugs you for like the first time. It's like total crisis out there, come on, fyi, I don't know you that well, and two, don't go hugging people you just randomly met! I mean seriously, how dumb can you get! Get a memo, these days people might think you're a creep or a stalker, especially how each morning every week day, that person comes up either waves at you, hugs you, or even gives you either a high five or a pat on the back.
Ugh, I shivered, for me it's unlikely to find me doing that but to someone who precisely is kept to herself but loves the company is okay with that, ok then. I glomped my friend, Hinata Hyuuga. She gasped and tittered on the balls of her feet. Freaking out like she always does with Naruto, her most sensational moment of either fainting or hyper venting her utter most secret feelings for the boy, and even Uzamaki doesn't even acknowledge her existence or even knows his own shadow is following him. What a doofus! I mean, come on, how can you not tell the girl stuttering in front of you or twiddling her fingers like she always does every time you're around her? I mean, seriously, are you blind!
"Hey Hinata chan!" I grinned at her. She grinned back.
"Hi Sakura chan, how was your day?" She hugged me back, giving me a boost with her hip.
"Ohhh you know the usual. I can't seem to grasp that the idea of SasuGay is not even gay! I mean, what's the fun in that?" I say, pouting, my arms crossing over my chest like I used to do when I was little if I didn't get what I want.
Of course, I'm not spoiled like Uchiha Sasuke is, I mean, really! Everyone thinks he's uber gorgeous, when he's totally uber mute and a total jack ass. He could pass for a donkey whose mouth has been blown off. Anyways, the boy needs a life. A real life, where he doesn't get what he wants, like every single freaking day, hour, minute, second, uberly 24/7. What he needs is a good scrubbing, get that smirk off his damn emo face and grow some zits on that shiny head of his! What I mean is, the dude is like perfect, and when I say perfect I mean PERFECT! I'd think heaven will open their doors if they saw his perfect, flawless, face, his chicken hair combed back with slick gel making his hair shiny, his skin— oh his skin, what attracts everyone's attention is how smooth his skin is. Then I think, hey he'd make a better role than Robert Patterson on Twilight. He'd totally make it to being Edward cough cough; I scoff, like that'll ever happen!
"Ne, Sakura chan, you're not adding more to your story, are you?" Hinata nudged me with her arm.
I snapped out of my thoughts, "Nani?"
She shook her head slowly, peering at me like I did something wrong…maybe I didn't pay much attention to her, and maybe that's it, "I was right. You're adding more details to your worldly story to your so called 'readers'."
"What! That's not true, and even if it were, my readers need to know what's going around here. I mean, seriously know what's going on!" I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, "Speaking of what's going on? How are you and Naruto coping with that new project we had to do in class?"
Hinata tensed and her face flushed with embarrassment. I turned, gasping, "No way! Did he like kiss you?"
Hinata shook her head, "…Number…"
Tch. Tch. I shook my head sadly, "That boy really knows how to work it with girls. To attract girls, he uses his numbers on them, ooo."
Hinata opened her mouth to say something but of course I wasn't finished.
"It's a shame you didn't show him the goods: I mean, did he butter your muffin, or did he threw his noodle into the dispenser?" I added with a wiggle of my eye brows and a smirk pasted on my face.
Hinata turned bright red, starting from her neck and up to her ears and then her whole face filled cherry red, "WHAT! EEW, NO! That's not it at all…"
I frowned.
"He just gave me his cell phone number." She said, looking at me with a disturbed look on her face, "You need to stop skipping to conclusions. Jeez!"
However way you might think I'm some sort of pervert but really I'm not. I just say what comes first to my mind. I know, I know, think first before you say it, isn't that what everyone says. Yeah, right. But still, to let you know, I know I like to say 'like' and 'I mean' and other serious epic sayings like, seriously or totally and of course…it doesn't mean anything like preps or nerds, that's just how I am.
"Oh, Hinata, you know me, I just can't help it." I smooth back her bangs from her eyes, "I just love teasing you."
"So you were kidding?" Hinata asked as I looked at her before getting the idea and nodded.
And yes, Hinata can be dense and stupid like Naruto but I love her. Who can not love Hinata? She is totally and uberly cute, per say, she has a strong sense of knowing when people are in need of help. I like to help out too, I mean, seriously, you've come to the right person, here Hinata will help you on anything, blackmail, pranks, and uberly, epically, extreme make over with the so called love you're staking over for. Of course, she said she does the following two but without the blackmail, she says she's just not the type of girl to do that kind of stuff… unless it includes Naruto… Ooh la la.
Her phone sang out of her jean pocket as the song 'I'm in love with my best friend' started up. She flipped the cover up and talked into the phone, "Moshi Moshi, Hinata speaking."
And then her face went pale, of course no one could mistake who was on the other line besides her father or Neji (her cousin who is least over protective around Hinata cough not true).
"U-um s-sure. I— I l-l-like that i-idea." Hinata stuttered into the phone. I shot her a devious grin at her as she shot back a glare.
"Oh, alright. Um, t-talk to you l-later." She closed her phone, and sigh with relief and then shooting me with yet another glare.
I rose two defensive hands in the air, "What? I didn't say anything."
"You were thinking it." Hinata narrowed her eyes at me.
"No really, I wasn't this time." I laughed.
She widened her eyes and shot her hands in the air in frustration, "This time! This time? Ooh why don't you get lost!"
"Me? Cuz you asked me to meet you here. Now I think you really are retarded with amnesia!" I laughed, backing away, "So what were you two talking about?"
"None of your damn business." Hinata yelled at me.
"Ooh, getting feisty with me, eh?" I wiggled my brows at her, chuckling at her response back.
"OMG, Sakura chan, you are soo turning into Jaraiya right about now. What have you been really doing over the weekend? Help write Jaraiya's porn story?"
"Um… no." I made a gagging sound as Hinata laughed and shook her head.
"Never mind." Hinata shook her head once again, "It's not worth talking to you about this."
"What's not worth talking about what?" I gasped, "Does Naruto want you to come over to his house to do it with him pretending to do your project, eh?"
Hinata held her fist up in front of my face, and I cracked a smile, "Or is he asking you out to ramen?"